I'm hanging up my blogging hat for the time being. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. Or different things at least. It's not that I don't enjoy blogging. I'm fond of writing in all sorts of manners, and blogging is just like any other form of writing, a chance to stretch the mind, work the kinks out.

But I've written over a thousand blog posts in the past year and probably less than a dozen people have actually seen or read any of those posts. It gets depressing when I think of all that writing gone to utter waste. Each blog post I write is a little under a page. Half a page to a page lets say. That means if I'd been writing a novel, I'd have a 700 page novel by now. Admittedly not all of those 700 pages I've written are good content. But many of them are. I'd definitely say over half my posts are worth reading, entertaining, and amusing. And maybe 10% of the posts I've written have been some of my best material. But now it's all lost in the void of web 2.0. I couldn't even tell you how to find my best posts because I don't even remember where I published them to.

Ah well, that's the internet, keep on moving. So here' my final two health links. But, let's be honest. They're simply leading you to my other blog posts. Hopefully two of the good ones. They're one a day and the vitamin shop.

Cheerios launched a huge advertising campaign, a heart healthy campaign.

"Cheerios lowers your cholesterol!" shouts the advertisements. Sure enough, many friends believe that eating cheerios actually directly lowers your cholesterol levels, wherein the study that came up with this catchphrase had to do with replacing extremely high cholesterol breakfast foods with one bowl of cheerios per day proved to lower cholesterol over 8 months by a small amount.

That's a huge discrepency. That's like me eating five slices of cheesecake a day for half a year, then only eating one slice of cheesecake a day for half a year and claiming "Eating a slice of cheesecake a day lowers your weight!" It's simply not true.

Cheerios rests its head on a bed of "whole grain" marketing, yet you boil the grains down and all you've got is more carbs, which equals more converted fat to the belly which, yes Virginia, equals higher cholesterol.

I don't have a problem with breakfast cereals. I don't eat them because I'm on a paleo diet. But many people do, and are fine and healthy and have amazing metabolism. What I have a problem with is when unhealthy foods take a sliver of a factitious piece of information, and masquerade themselves as healthy products. Those are the real killers.

For more great information on the evils of grains, whole and otherwise, visit Mark Sisson's wonderful health blog, the Daily Apple.

A good book often opens with a great kill. Here's my shallow attempt:

Two desks stood in the corner, facing one another. The mahogany of one desk was ink splotched and scratched, bent at the corners, and even had a few cigarette burn marks lining the legs. The other desk was untouched, new.

David took his lunch in this room, always sitting at the chiseled, ruined desk. He wrote nasty things into the wood with a fountain pen.

Today David had killed a girl, a woman really, older than him, at least fourteen. He had no notion of what to do with a dead girl, so he'd brought her down to the river, whacked her head against a tree near the shallows, and then let her face drop down into the mud.

David opened his lunch box and walked over to the two desks. He sat at the clean one.

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Well, that's it. Just a little diddy really, not meant for anything but brief amusement. If you're looking for some more amusement, check out this vitamin information on the damage control master formula.

I recently watched Mr. Brooks on DVD and was truly impressed. Kevin Costner plays a sociopathic serial killer, who must shed a neophyte voyeur trying to accompany him for his kills. He must also deal with the balls-hard cop played by Demi Moore, and clumsy serial killing daughter played by some cute, bland actress. The film is wicked, and cool, and evil, a real wonder.

Kevin Costner is at the top of the game, but there is one unfortunate aspect of the movie. The style of killings is boring. Kevin shoots his victims in the head then places the victims' thumb prints on a piece of furniture. The cover up is detailed, meticulous, and fascinating, but the killings just aren't very creative.

Nevertheless, I was drawn to the world of murdering and that is why I started this blog.

I don't have any real desire to kill a person, or even see a person dead for that matter. But I do relish in creative homicide. So once a month or so, I'll post a little tidbit about serial killers, either historical or fictitious, or perhaps just ponder over various ways to kill. Yes, this may be morbid, but know that it's more of an entertainment, like reading Sartre or the Marquie de Sade, rather than promoting homicide.